Firestone Hot Springs sage of the inward eye

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Amekaze did not know of too many forest packs. When it was clarified to the Plateau, she nodded in immediate recognition. It had never been a pack to interest her much, not since Ariston had given her the straight and true about it when she had visited him there once. Ah, I had passed by there on my way here, she mentioned. I did not traipse all that close, though. Was only looking for someone, she added with an impassive look. Since it was a long-standing pack, she had given it its distance when not even a trace of Ferdie was to be had in that direction. It had only taken one faint whiff of Fox to keep her from wanting to even nose any closer at all.

What brings you to the springs? she asked with a gesture towards the steamy waterways. Amekaze knew some came here to soak, relax, or otherwise. In the wintertime it was an especially valuable haven in an otherwise frozen landscape, but they were not yet to that time of the year yet. Still, there were many causes to bring a wolf here.